Chapter 30
President Wife is Pretty and Cool
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âSis, donât exaggerate. I know that youâre just comforting me. Itâs the same every year and I donât want to participate anymore. I want to act, but Dad doesnât agree because he thinks that it isnât proper work. Last year I attended the Pharmacy Competition and I received the participation award. Do you know what that was? It was a towel. Grandma scolded me so badly when I got home, she said that I was retarded. I donât want to participate anymore,â Lan Yanran said with a tortured expression. Lan Anran was heartbroken.
She caressed Lan Yanranâs small head and remembered that in her past life, her brother had sold himself to an old and ugly rich woman for her sake. It was to help her raise money and in the end, he died by the womanâs hand.
Lan Anran could help tearing up at the thought. She turned her head to wipe the tears and smiled.
âDonât worry, after the Pharmacy Competition, Iâll tell Dad not to force you to stay in medical school. I will help you get transferred to the Performing Arts Department.â
âReally?â
Lan Yanranâs eyes lit up and were instantly energized.
âWhen have I lied to you?â
Lan Anran smiled sincerely.
âSis, you really are the best sister in the world!â
Lan Yanran put down his utensils and hugged her happily.
âAlright, letâs eat!â
Lan Anran smiled.
Lan Yanran held his utensils happily. He never knew a meal at home could be this fragrant!
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After the meal, Yanran went to sleep obediently while Lan Anran kept looking at her watch.
The black market was far from the house, so she would have to leave early. In order to ensure her family didnât notice anything, she would only leave after her father returned home.
At 12 a.m, Lan Anran set off.
Night enveloped Rong City and a black figure shuttled through the lonely streets.
The black market was located on the outskirts of Rong City. It was only open on Saturday and it sold a dazzling array of things that were prohibited, hence why it was called the Ghost City.
The rule of the Ghost City was to leave after the transaction. Usually, the people who purchased things wouldnât ask about the origins of the products. The deal would proceed as long as there was money. There werenât any police or anyone managing the city, and the things sold were all rarely seen on the market. Prices increased when supply was low, so the prices in Ghost City were usually very high.
Lan Anran wore night clothes and a cap, walking along the path to the vicinity of the Ghost City, where a group of people were waiting for Lan Anran.
âHow is it? Is the information accurate?â Lan Anran asked first.
âDonât worry, this was insider news. The buyer is Old Ghost and there isnât anything he doesnât know. He has never failed us,â a burly man reassured her.
âMmh, letâs go!â
Lan Anran took the lead and walked into the room.
There were many people in the Ghost City today. All of them were masked, not willing to let others see their real appearance.
Lan Anran and a group of people went straight to a small hut that was lit only by candles. There was an old man in the hut. His beard was white, he wore a hat, and his skin was yellow under the candlelight.
âYoung lady, you want news about fennel?â the old man asked in a deep voice.
âMmh, I need some,â Lan Anran answered.
âEveryone that comes here needs it. You know the rules?â
The old man stretched out his hand.
Lan Anran naturally understood. She took out a bag with a wad of cash and offered it all with a smile.
âCan you tell me now?â
The old man looked at the heavy bag of cash and smiled brightly, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth.
âFennel is a rare thing, itâs said to cure all diseases. There has only been one or two sightings of it in the past few decades. Recently, there was a bundle of fennel growing in the Liu Xiang Pavilion, but it is going to be auctioned and will go to the highest bidder. You can take a look.â
The old man took the wad of cash and counted it unhurriedly.
He was the king of information. This auction was almost completely secret, as everyone wanted to get their hands on the fennel. Hence, the information was suppressed.
âGot it, thank you!â
Lan Anran turned to leave.
The old man called out, âFind me the next time you need something!â
Lan Anran ignored him and left the room.
âBoss, is the auction going to be costly?â the man asked.
âMoney isnât a problem, just get me an invitation card,â Lan Anran said coldly.
âWhy donât you let someone here make one?â the skinny man asked.
âThe people here only recognize money and we canât make something that looks authentic. It would be troublesome if I were exposed. Besides, I donât have any more money, that blood-sucking old man!â
Lan Anran looked at her watch. Time was running out and it would be dawn by the time she returned.
âLetâs split up here. Remember to get me a real invitation card. Iâll add on chicken drumsticks when Iâm back!â
With that, she disappeared into the darkness.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âBoss is really quick and resolute!â The skinny man sighed.